Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He doesn’t stop. His gaze is fixed on me, watching for every reaction. My breathing becomes more rapid than before. He picks up on it, though, as if it were his intention. His hand falls to the upper curve of my breast, then he pauses. I know my nipples are peaked under the lace bralette I have on, and he can see the response his touch is having on my body.
It’s unfair.
To me.
When I don’t push him away, he moves me backward so my back hits the couch as his hand leaves my blouse. His fingers move and then touch the edge of my pencil skirt, and without thinking, I wrap my legs around his as he moves me to his desk, my ass landing on it. I feel him now, how hard he is between my legs. When I look down, I can see the bulge in his trousers, and it’s good to know that the same effect he has on me, I have on him. I try really hard to keep my breathing steady and not give anything away, but I think that’s impossible, especially with how hot my body feels with him this close. He moves his hand farther up my skirt, and then it suddenly stops.
“I can make you feel good,” he says, pulling back. He offers me his hand, and my eyes glance at the bulge he still has as I willingly take it. One of his hands slides around to my back and pulls me flush to him, our bodies now locked together. He drops my hand and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear as he leans down and whispers, “Do you want me to make you feel good?”
I should say no.
Run the other way.
But, no! I nod as he presses closer to me.
I feel him against my clit, applying pressure with his body. He’s hard, and he wants me. That does a lot for someone’s ego. When a man as powerful and intelligent as Arlo wants someone like me, it is like winning the lottery. Not to say I’m less than, but I didn’t go to college. I’m self-made, which, in my opinion, is just as amazing. But to the really rich, they look down on me when they ask what degrees I hold, and I have nothing with which to reply.
“I can see you losing yourself in your mind,” he says, and I glance up at him. When I meet his eyes, he lifts my shirt and finds my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, then leans down until his mouth barely touches mine—just a whisper—before he bites my bottom lip and flexes his fingers against my waist.
My hips start moving, and before I can think clearly, I’m grinding on him. And it feels good.
“All for you,” he croons, then all of a sudden, like water being thrown over a fire, there’s a knock on the door, breaking the spell.
I jump, and my lip is still between his teeth, so they scrape against my flesh as I pull back. He removes his hands from me, and I instantly taste blood. I lift my hand to my lip at the stinging sensation when another knock sounds. This time, it was not me taking his blood. It was him tasting mine.
“Fuck off,” he says, low and dark. I raise my head to find him watching me.
“No,” a man declares from the other side of the door.
“Fuck. I have to see him.” He rubs a hand through his hair, messing it just the perfect amount.
“I-I have to go. Congratulations again,” I stammer.
I grab my purse, and he follows me to the door, saying, “I want to see you again.” I start to pull it open, but he shuts it as he hovers behind me, his hand finding my waist again, and a whisper ghosts over my ear. “Tonight.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head and trying the door again. He pulls me back against him, and my ass cradles his hard cock.
“I don’t beg,” he states.
“Good, neither do I.” When I pull a third time, the door opens, and standing on the other side is a tall man with tattoos on his knuckles. He locks eyes with me before his gaze slides behind me to where Arlo is standing. I can still feel the burn of his presence on my back.
“Have a good day,” I blurt out, then rush off as fast as I can without actually running.
From him. From me.
From everything.
Fuck!
TWELVE
ARLO
She doesn’t look back as I watch her go. Fuck. If it were anyone else but Reon, I would have turned them away, but since it’s him, I can’t. For the first time in a long while, I watch a smirk touch his lips.
“Where is your receptionist?” he asks, raising a brow.
“Lunch,” I tell him, and walk back into my office.